Washing my hands of anti-vax Evangelicals

 

“Don’t let me stop your great self-destruction.

Die if you want to, you misguided martyr!

I wash my hands of your demolition.

DIE if you want to, you innocent puppet!”

 

These lines are sung/ screamed by Pilate at Jesus in the musical “Jesus Christ, Superstar”.

And despite my desire to be compassionate even to people that piss me off, I find myself feeling exactly this way about anti-vax Evangelicals.

 

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not for a moment saying that they are in ANY way like Jesus. If they were, they would have been the FIRST to do whatever it took to protect their neighbors from a deadly plague, even if it meant sacrificing their own freedom or safety or even lives (which it fucking DOESN’T, but that’s their perception).

But I do feel these words apply to this situation.


It’s like, all the sane people have shouted ourselves hoarse for a year and a half trying to offer them one chance after another to NOT die. We’ve tried everything we can think of to offer them a way out, but they don’t want it. They are going out of their way to get themselves killed.


And it’s increasingly hard to have any sympathy for them. For decades the social policies they support have demonstrated that they don’t care about the health or safety or needs or rights of other people. The past five years, even more so. And throughout the pandemic they’ve gone so far out of their way to infect people that even zombies would say “Whoa, man, maybe try not to infect EVERYONE all at once, save some for later” …  if zombies could talk. But even the ones that can only groan “Braaaaaaiiiiins” have, at least, a more logical and articulate position than the anti-vaxxers do.

They wouldn’t wear a mask because *checks notes* the mask isn’t 100% effective and therefore must be worthless, or because it’s part of some liberal plot to strip away everyone’s freedom and individuality. They won’t take the vaccine because *checks notes* they just don’t fucking wanna, and we can’t make them. They don’t give a shit if they infect your grandma, or my grandma, or even their OWN grandma, as long as they get to defiantly wave their “Don’t Tread On Me” flag to refuse cooperation with something that in NO way involves anyone treading on them. They’re even claiming fucking RELIGIOUS PERSECUTION when they rightly lose their jobs for deliberately creating a hazardous workplace.


"I think you've made your point now. You've even gone a little far, to send the message home."


Sooner or later, we have to give up on the idea that they can BE saved from the self-destructive course they’re so determined to stay on. Sooner or later, we have to realize they don’t WANT to cut the strings that the people who manipulate them are using to make puppets out of them… because for all their screaming about freedom, they’re actually terrified of freedom. They’re terrified of a world in which they have to figure out the right thing to do by thinking, and by learning, and by listening to people who know things, rather than just having some angry male figure (whether their old god Jehovah or their new god Trump) telling them what to do.

Sooner or later, we have to wash our hands of them, get our own booster shots, and sit back and watch the poor bastards kill each other off with their own stubborn refusal to listen to reason. We can’t physically restrain them from dancing at the edge of the cliff; and unfortunately we can’t even compel them to not jump over the edge and maybe drag their grandma with them. Most of them won’t fall to their deaths, of course; and most won’t be seriously harmed. Most won’t even fall over the edge, and will take that as evidence that the cliff was never dangerous after all. But far too many have died, far too many will die, and far too many more will be irreparably harmed. Nevertheless, we can’t do anything more to warn them of the danger. All we can do now is keep ourselves, our kids, and our grandmas as far from the edge of the cliff as possible.


And sadly for the anti-vax Evangelicals, there will be no miraculous healing from Jesus for those of them who do get infected. If their immune system can't handle it and the doctors can't fix it, they will die, and they won't have anyplace nice to go afterwards. Their grandkids will never see them again, no matter what the pastor says at their funeral. Nothing will remain of them, except the memories their grieving families have of them. And the last memory those kids will have of them, is that grandpa wanted to stick it to the libs more than he wanted to stay alive and healthy to be with the kids. 

As afterlives go, that's worse than any hell they could have imagined.


"Every time I look at you, I don't understand

Why you let the things you did get so out of hand.

You'd have managed better if you'd had it planned."


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